Monolithic skyscrapers burst from every inch of land on New York’s iconic Manhattan island. They stand like great tombstones for the nature that once survived on an island that grew fat on the Hudson Valley fur trapping economy. This is no longer a place for nature, and certainly not a place for incidental wildlife encounters. Or is it?
High-rise buildings dominate Midtown Manhattan
In the dense concrete jungle of Midtown Manhattan lies a small rectangle that is somewhat green. I say somewhat green because the grass of Bryant Park is covered by an ice rink for the winter months. But for a few weeks of the year, something remarkable happens. As the ice rink is lifted, and the first daffodil shoots search for scraps of winter sun, an odd little bird arrives in NYC. The American Woodcock.
It is hard to say why this twitcher’s delight decides to make…
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